“My god, did you see her face?”
“She looks crazy.”
“You don’t have to listen to her!”
Within dimension A,
Vast fields of shadeless hands
Tinged with holographic purples
Weakly fold fingers in succession,
Yelling their wisdom in vibrations.
“Can you really trust her?”
“That woman is poison!”
Within dimension B,
Circuits of animated electric currents
Coloured in lightning hues, for digital displays,
Travel in angled lineations
Statically sparking advisories in
Grids of channeled pathways.
Dimensions of similar spaces
Where spurred formations of
Love existed in different time frames.